SAIGON lyrics : "C'mon Baby"
Just Blaze, hey, hands up
Swizzy, hey, hands up
1, 2, 3, here we go!
[Verse 1:]
Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give ^!$$%s the business
It's so beyond rap, @@#! sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this %#@!, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the?
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for ^!$$%s to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don't hurt the ^!$$% that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya $$# from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
1, 2, 3, we gone!
[Verse 2:]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Hum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and $#&@ with ya man
I got this rap %#@! down to a science
Alotta ^!$$%s %#@! is aight but they ain't $#&@ing with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a $#&@ing iron
You lying, all the gunplay talk
Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
And I still walk around this $#&@er with not a scratch
And that's way more then I can say for alot of cats
My name's Saigon ^!$$%
Break bread mu$#&@a 'fore I break ya $#&@ing head lil sucka
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya $$# from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
1, 2, 3, we gone!
[Verse 3:]
Finally I've arrived, so we can say our goodbyes
To the ring tone rapper, that crap'll never survive
It's the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds
We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive
I got a microphone jones, I'm in love with it
If I wasn't, I wouldn't even $#&@ with it
I been in the rocks, been in the grams
Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand
Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn
Simon says, "Saigon slap the %#@! outta suckas"
"Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he's? "
My son says your son scared of societies %#@! list
Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior's scripture
I say after it's all said and done
I'mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one
So look niglet, fall back a tid bit
Or get ya $#&@ing wig split, this some big %#@!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya $$# from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
1, 2, 3, we gone!
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